Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“You don’t know that, babe.”
“I do know that. Because I know my dad. And any man who will live with a collection of alien penises in his house because he loves his woman so much would understand why you couldn’t help who you wanted either. Even if it was his daughter. Besides, he’s worked side-by-side with you. He likes and respects you. And so long as you treat me well, I can guarantee you that he is not going to have a problem with this.”
“He’s gonna find out what I did to you a while back. He might have a problem with that.”
“So, he gives you a talking to about how he expects you to treat me. You’re a big guy, you can handle it,” she said as her hips dropped down a bit. “A very big guy,” she added as my cock pressed against her.
“Billie…”
“Can you feel this?” she asked, sliding so my cock pressed between her thighs, and she did a little circle with her hips. “It’s okay if you can’t,” she added as her hands slid up and down my stomach and chest.
“I can,” I admitted. The numbness had been getting better. I’d been a little worried that overdoing it might set me back in that department too. But, clearly, things were okay there.
“Well… then I know another kind of medicine we should try too,” she told me with a wicked little smile before rolling her hips again.
“Tell me you don’t want me, and I will stop,” she told me, shrugging.
“I can’t tell you that,” I admitted. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I’m never going to stop wanting you.”
“Well then, that’s all I needed to hear.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Billie
I hadn’t given much specific thought to who would save me. I just knew that someone would. I trusted that my people would stop at nothing to bring me back. Hopefully before anything truly horrific happened.
But I guess, in my mind, Rowe was too hurt to come.
And he was.
He was absolutely too hurt to ride his bike, to rush down the street, to charge into the house, to do anything that involved coming to get me.
But he did it.
And that was the most amazing part, wasn’t it? He didn’t care how much pain he was in or what it might cost him in recovery time. All he could think about was getting me back, and making the man who wanted to hurt me pay for what he’d done.
I didn’t need him to grovel for what he’d once said to me, for the months of insecurity and uncertainty that followed.
This man was willing to risk permanent back pain for me.
That told me all I needed to know about him.
I knew that maybe it wasn’t the best course of action to get physical with him right then. But I was still buzzing from the adrenaline from the rescue as well as riding high on the sincerity in his words when he’d told me he’d always wanted me, that he would always want me.
God, it felt good to know I’d been right all along.
It was the first time in months that I truly felt like myself right down to my core.
Besides, he wanted me too. There was no denying that. Despite his fears about the club and our loved ones being one room away, his cock was rock-hard against me, begging for release.
There was a tight, coiled sensation low in my belly that was aching for relief as well.
Rowe’s hands were on my ass, fingertips sinking in, pulling down, forcing me more tightly against his hard length.
“Tell me again,” I demanded, nipping at his lips.
“Tell you what, baby?” he asked. One of his hands moved from my butt and slid up my spine to massage the back of my neck.
“Tell me you want me,” I demanded, a needy part of me demanding to hear it again. And again. And again. Until it washed away all the times I thought he didn’t.
“I want you, Billie. Always have, always will.”
My lips pressed into his then, soft and sweet at first, all-too-aware that we needed to take things easy, but it wasn’t long until his hands were roaming, creating little fires everywhere they touched.
“Off, baby, take this off,” Rowe demanded, tugging impatiently at the tight material of my tank top.
I sat back, reaching down to pull up my shirt, but doing it slowly, enjoying the heat in his eyes as each inch of skin got exposed.
“You’re killing me,” Rowe groaned, his hips shifting, making his cock grind against my cleft.
Heady with the power of making a strong man so weak, I lifted the tank fully off, leaving me bare to him from the waist up.
“Fuck,” Rowe hissed as his hand moved up my side, teasing over the tattoo there, then cupping one of my breasts. His thumb moved inward, the pad toying with the edge of the barbell in my nipple. The barely there sensation made a shiver work its way up my spine, then course through my body. “Sensitive.”